NOVEL WEB Chapter 36: Immediate Clearing
The sparks of energy continued to linger in the air until it disappeared, to be replaced by the much more stable blue swirling energy that permeates the surroundings. It does not have any health complications or any of that sort and also does not risk a meltdown, as it transfers the energy wirelessly towards its intended target. This means the safest placed in the whole base would be near the Central Power Beacon.
What is the most dangerous place in his past world is now the safest place in this world. It really made him wonder about the magic of technology, how far he would be able to advance in terms of the industry, and how fast he would be able to overcome the technological level of his past world.
Thinking about it, it would be a very quick pass by, but he would need to stay around it a bit longer to establish the foundation of his base; after all, it is where every industrializing country comes from, it is like a rite of ritual or a baptism by fire.
Nevertheless, everything would eventually fall into the right place, and right now, he had to defend its foundation, so he pulled out his Mark 1 pistol and filled up the reserves in his webbings of ammunition pockets around his chest and waist.
His ears perked up at the sound of the flapping of wings and the sound of moving bushes. Thankfully, as he glanced from left to right, there were currently no Fat Men in sight. This means he does not have to bring out the Mark 1 Bolt-Action Rifle yet, as its caliber is the only one that is strong enough to pierce the skull of the fat man.
With that in mind, Quagmire moved into a firing position, realigned his body and movements to perfectly match his breathing, and zoomed in using the ability of the Eagle's Eye.
With a swift flick of the pistol and the pull of a trigger, a sound vibrated out into dozens of meters. Fortunately, it had the Mark Two Variable Silencer, which significantly decreased the loudness of a shot compared to the Mark One. Which was the very first variant.
The bullet came at a blistering speed and crashed at its intended target, thoroughly piercing it and leaving a crimson lake behind. All the while, its shell and casing were ejected from the Pistol and fell into the ground, to be recycled at a later date.
Flying Man Eater was shot out of the sky and rapidly descended into the ground lifelessly, with its bones crushed and innards sprawling out of its body. Quagmire, with a frown, disgust evidently present in his face, clicked his tongue as he realigned his sights.
'Cleaning those stuff would be a pain in the ass. If this place I am at, were not the one the foundations of the Empire would be built, I would have left it for nature to retake, but no! I am on cleaning duty. Living and the Dead!' Quagmire rambled in his mind.
Frustrated, he was. He could not do anything about it, as he had no subordinates, and the cloning facilities were not set up yet; even the droids were not summoned yet. Which means, these ghouls interrupted him at the worst possible time.
Nevertheless, he pushed his frustration behind him and realigned his body and aimed at his next intended target. His target was the five ghouls rapidly moving towards him. The four ghouls were moving at a brisk pace, while the other one was running towards him. It was painfully obvious who his target was.
He slowed down his breathing and focused with intent. The ghoul was running, and so the head was moving from side to side and up to down, which was difficult. His aim would sometimes drift off the mark, and so he slowed down his breathing even more until everything around him slowed down completely.
His hearing got louder and more sensitive, his eyesight became clearer, his mind started to process information at lightning speed, and most of all, everything slowed down.
The sight was moving up and down and side to side; it was drifting at a rapid rate earlier, but now it slowed down when the aim was in sight once again. He pulled the trigger without any hesitation.
The surroundings started to move normally once again; the bullet was fired; the casings were ejected, and the ghoul that was now mere meters before he got shot in the head. The force of impact pushes the head and the upper body in the opposite direction from where the bullet came from.
The other four ghouls noticed what was happening and so attempted to do something about it. Fortunately, at an incredible rate, the processing of information was happening in his brain. He was able to predict this and quickly aligned his body and aim and consecutively fired another four shots.
The four bullets came out one after another and headed towards its intended target. The ghouls, despite possessing intelligence, were unfortunately slower than the speed of a bullet fired from firearms. The four ghouls were all shot in the head, leaving behind a trail of crimson paint all around its surroundings.
"!!!" The ground was still rumbling; Quagmire was confused; he looked around, but there were no fat men. Fortunately, he realized where it was coming from.
With vibrations getting louder and louder, with its strength focused around him, he moved quickly and leaped outside its influence. After he rolled, he stood up and looked over his shoulder, to the shock of his face. It was no wonder why there were no fat men around him because they were all underground.
What a terrible choice of design or a sadistic developer. That was the equivalent of a fully fortified tank, complete with an automated defense system suddenly appearing at the center of an enemy base. It was a complete disaster and a significant military feat!
Quagmire unloaded the remaining bullet in his pistol on the fat men and prepared for the second round of battle.